That's not a game. Why is there always a thread holding my heart, making me feel a faint pain? -
That was not an encounter. Why do the shadows floating on the bridge always get entangled in dreams? -
That was not a dream. Why do your gentle whispers always sound inadvertently? -
There is a word that I have never said, not because it is heavy, but because I am afraid of its turbulence... -
There was a period of time that I have never forgotten, not because I was reluctant to part with it, but because it was carved too deeply... -
There is a name that I only call in my heart, not because I am afraid of being heard, but because I am afraid of being blown away by the wind...
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